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I'm beginning to realize that since this is not a live blog (who do you think I am, Politico?  CNN?)  much of this will be out of sequence, or downright stream of consciousness.  I'm not sure if the term 'poetic license' applies here (much the same way it didn't to my idiot high school AP English teacher who claimed it after writing the phrase 'The Church runned the school') but for this, being partly therapeutic for me, I'm going to go ahead and do what I want.  Have a problem?  Write a counterblog.  Or post a comment.  

A few alterations to the way my four day hospital stay progressed could have had drastic effects.  Besides thus-far not needing to hire any malpractice lawyer, something that kept me sane, and even made me enjoy myself, was the presence of friends.  I can't really describe how great it was to see any of the number of people walking towards my room.  The knowledge that they took the time to come and sit in a dreadful place was euphoric for me.  I have no words for the gratitude I feel, so I won't try to find them.